R. David Fordham
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As the curtain opens, the stage lights are down
The dancer appears, wearing her ponytail, a light shade of brown The music begins, as the dancer expresses her skills
Performing as if a swan, the audience experienced sudden chills Her shoes were black, dull and worn
Even the costume that she wore was a little tattered and torn The young girl's posture was as straight as straight can be
Showing with every movement, that she possessed dance ability With a ribbon in her ponytail, so it would stay
She made a jump, a kick, a leap and a plie Her performance included all the dances...